of trees and pastures
now obscured by waving maize.
of main road motors
muffled by beloved birdsong .
of thick bark on oak trunk
untouchable high above the bank.
of luscious blackberries
lingers long on my grassy walk.
transports rosy thoughts
from some secluded garden.
This is my feeble attempt for Day 13 at Creative Bloomings Camp challenge :
The prompt: “Again we’re on the nature trail. Your senses are bombarded and you experience each one. Write to your senses as we walk the trail. What are the scents? Scenes? What do you hear? Write your poem in five stanzas highlighting your walk through Mother Nature’s playground one sense at a time.”